"How are you holding up?"I took it as a good sign that Amanda looked down at her boobs, then answered with a well worn joke, "Pretty well for an old m...rried woman, I guess."I grinned and gave her a kiss. "Sweetheart, do you remember me telling you about my fiance, Melinda?"Amanda nodded, puzzled about why I would be asking that question now."Well, her little sister, Camille, was one of the women on the bus," I said, "and I told her I'd get her settled. Let me do that, and I'll be right back,. Home…ah life isn’t so bad, I have a nice family, I got a good job, great grades, nice car, but if it wasn’t for my sex life being in the dumper I would be on top of the world. Don’t get me wrong I do enjoy the occasional self inflicting hand-job from time to time just to unwind, but lately it seems as if that’s all I’m doing since coming home from college. Well I haven’t seen a girl naked for over a year so you can understand, but what makes matters worse is my sister (who is a fucking blond. “Well, as much as anyone does,” she corrects.I feel ill. “So, umm, what does that have to do with anything?” I stammer.“Remember that drunken scene you caused at my birthday party?” Ashley’s tone is alarmingly like my mother’s was.“Not really,” I murmur, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. I pay far too much attention to her dress in an attempt to avoid her gaze.She flashes me an incredulous look. “Will ditched Simone that night to defend your honour.”“You mean when he beat up my boyfriend?” My. ‘Yes you should. You’re damn good at it, and people in this town love you. You’re making a killing.’ Mina turned and kissed his cheek. ‘Thanks hon, sometimes I need to hear it. Well, I’m out of here. Think you can handle it?’ ‘I’ll be fine. I’ve just gotta finish up Mrs. Patterson’s arrangement, then I’m done.’ Mina went to the back room and grabbed her purse. Calling out a good-bye to Greg, she headed for her car. She had to laugh to herself, Greg was a friend from school, big, burly,.